This has been delicately scenting my studio for the past several weeks. In fact, our jasmine plant had been in flower throughout the summer, much to our surprise. We have two -one is thriving and the other sits there like the spindly runt of the litter, not giving much back.
I mean, you feed them, look after them when they fall and scrape their tendrils, you wait up for them, worried, when they're out till all hours at illegal flower shows and what do they do? Give you the silent treatment with their sullen and droopy fronds and treat the place like a bloody garden centre.
Well not any more. No more choices for lunch; 'Would you like compost or manure, dear?' I even found traces of rooting powder in the bathroom, for crying out loud. Things are going to change around here.
Oils on 8"x10" gessoed panel.